Forget this place. It should...

Forget this place. It should be called Wednesday Night Dead. Maybe things are better on a weekend. I arrived around 12:30 am Wednesday night. I had a coupon from the Westword newspaper for free entry, which is good - I didn't waste any money. It looks like a biker dive. The ethnicity description in the description is not correct. All of the dancers were white. They were not giving any lap dances and did not appear to be looking for dancers from the customers. After being ignored for about ten minutes (and the place was virtually empty - there were more dancers than customers present, which wasn't saying much), I approached a dancer for a dance. She said she'd be right back and disappered into the back. After another five minutes, I left and found my way to the Player's Club.